No matter what the calendar says, it’s not spring for me until the asparagus spears start to peak purple heads above the ground.
Since spring officially began, we’ve been scouring our asparagus patch almost every day, hoping to spy a tip breaking through the winter hardened earth.
The first two spears emerged last Thursday. After an unusually warm Friday, eight more spears appeared among new weeds and old leaves.
The theme of the season plays out in my garden.
New life rises from dead, dried out stalks.
Spring is here.
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